I AM A CRIMINAL IT CAME FREE IN MY GENES
I AM A CRIMINAL IT CAME FREE IN MY GENES
BROKE BOY FROM BROOKLYN GREW UP TO OWN
CHICAGO’S STREETS BOTH SWEET AND MEAN
BEIN’ SWEET AND MEAN
***MY JESUS MERCY MY JESUS MERCY
MY JESUS WE PRAY MY JESUS WE PRAY
FOR BROTHER AL CAPONE
I AM A CRIMINAL IT CAME FREE IN MY GENES
I AM A CRIMINAL IT CAME FREE IN MY GENES
BOOTLEGGIN’ LIQUOR AND PROSTITUTION
PUT ME IN ALCATRAZ OH AND THAT TAX THING
THAT TAX THING ( REPEAT *** GUITAR SOLO )
I WAS A CRIMINAL IT CAME IN MY GENES
I WAS A CRIMINAL IT CAME IN MY GENES
DON’T REMEMBER THE GUYS I KILLED
DIED SCRAMBLED FROM SYPHILIS
BUT NOT IN JAIL TUCKED IN MY OWN BED
*****MY JESUS HAD MERCY MY JESUS HAD MERCY
OUR PRAYERS HELD SWAY OUR PRAYERS HELD SWAY
( 2ND GUITAR SOLO REPEAT ***** )

Ooze the blues :-)
Interesting lyric topic and blues structure, Peter. The thing that shines for me is the musicianship. The organ and the guitar work just ooze an authentic blues vibes. The lead breaks are fantastic. Glad I stopped by. Regards, Peter.

The blues is a vocal and instrumental form of music based on a pentatonic scale and a characteristic twelve-bar chord progression. The form evolved in the United States in the communities of former African slaves from spirituals, praise songs, field